Dreaming of Him

I’m counting down the days until Cash gets home. Until then, I close my eyes and dream of him…

I dream of his hands on my hips ad he slowly slides into me from behind. I hear him grunt under his breath as I tighten my pussy around him.

“Do you like that, daddy?” I purr.

“Mmmm, yes.”

My wrists are tied over my head, together and to the headboard and my hair is pulled into high pigtails, perfect for pulling. I lean back into him, taking that last inch of his cock deep into my pussy.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I beg, wanting to feel him thrust into me. “Please, fuck me.”

“You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“You’re like a bitch in heat. Show me how much you want me, pet.”

He held still and I began to move back and forth, fucking myself with his cock.

“Is that all? Is that the best you can do? Don’t you want me?”

“Yes, daddy,” I pouted. I moved faster and wiggled my ass against him, clenching my pussy tight.

“That’s better,” he growled, leaning against me to meet my pussy with every thrust. His hands traveled up my sides and to my breasts, to my sensitive nipples. Cash pinched them, gently at first, then harder, and I moaned, bouncing against his cock harder.

Cash pulled out and flipped me over, and with my hands still bound over my head, he had full access to my breasts. He entered me again and leaned over me so he could tease my tits with his tongue. I flinched as he gently bit my breast.

“Trust me,” he said, looking into my eyes.

I exhaled the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I was exposed, vulnerable, and totally his.

He began to move his hips, ever so slightly, as he sucked on my left nipple. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned, wanting more, wanting to be fucked, hard. My nipples ached. His mouth moved to the right nipple, pausing only for a moment to kiss me hard on the mouth.

“You are mine,” he whispered.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I moaned. “I’m yours.”

He obliged, sitting up for better leverage and trusting hard into my wet pussy again and again, hitting my g-spot with every drive into me. My breasts bounced as he fucked me, and he reached down and pulled on my nipples, hard.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

I cried out as I came, squirting all over his cock. He didn’t stop. The waves of my orgasm made my back arch and I strained against the ropes binding me to the bed. My pussy ached with sensitivity, but Cash fucked me harder and continued to tug on my nipples.

“Is my little girl satisfied?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes, daddy,” I panted.

“I don’t think you are, not yet. I’m not done with you.”

He didn’t relent, and I screamed out with every thrust. My pussy was super sensitive, but the pain was also pleasure.

“Come for me, daddy. Please daddy, I want your come.”

Cash stopped suddenly and pulled out.

“I’m not ready to come just yet, pet,” he said, and evil smile on his face. “And I’m not done with you just yet either.”

I gasped as he inserted one finger, then two, then three into my swollen, pussy. He fucked me hard with his fingers, watching my face and smiling as I cried out.

“You little slut, the neighbors are going to hear you.”

I couldn’t help it. I was so sensitive from just coming, his fingers in me were too much. He stopped thrusting into me and instead began wiggling inside me, massaging me g-spot and making me scream.

“If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to gag you.”

To be continued…

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Rori is the founder of Between My Sheets. She works full time as a writer, reviewer, and online educator and can be reached at rori-at-betweenmysheets.com

May 12, 2013 | By: Rori | No Comments

Jets

I arched my back and struggled to stop myself from crying out. The neighbors could be watching.

An hour earlier, I was sinking into my new hot tub for the first time since Cash left. I had a book. I had my huge glass of red wine wine. Life was good, despite missing him.

The hot tub was a major selling point for our new house. I’m not a huge water lover myself, but even I had to concede that it would be really nice to turn on the bubbles and relax after a long week at work. And that’s just what I intended to do. It was a lazy Sunday, and I wanted to really take this baby for a spin.

I tried out all of the seats and finally settled into the one corner that swooped down lower than the rest, allowing you to prop your feet and really lounge in the softly churning water. After a few chapters, I set the book down on the bench outside of the tub, closed my eyes, and leaned my head back. The jets felt perfect on my lower back and legs and the wine had made my head feel wonderfully loopy.

And then my pony tail hit the button that flipped the jets from low and lazy to fast and furious. I jumped, startled at the unexpected bubbles, but then giggled and sank back into my seat.

Except with the jets on high, the one leg massager wasn’t just hitting my leg anymore. I reached down. Did it…? Yes, why yes, I could slightly adjust the rouge jet to position it directly at my pussy.

It was dusk. The neighbors could look down into my backyard from their houses, but they probably weren’t. At least, that’s what I told myself. And even so, who’s to say what was happening under the agitated, swirling water?

I repositioned my hips a bit and moved my bathing suit to one side. The water splashed against my clit and my nipples were instantly hard. Thinking of Cash, I closed my eyes. If Cash was there, what would he do?

He’d force me to hold my clit against the jet. He’d tell me to keep quiet. Shhh, Rori, the neighbors will hear how big of a slut you are. You like that, don’t you? You’re like a bitch in heat. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?

But he wouldn’t fuck me. He’d plunge a finger in my tight pussy and let the jets do their job. You’re my slut and I want you to come. Do you hear me? This pussy is mine to finger-fuck. Keep your clit on the jet. Don’t fucking move. Show me how quite you can be. Show me how hard you can come without screaming.

The jets were starting to get intense. My orgasm was building, and I didn’t know if I could find that release with such direct stimulation to my clit. Oh god, oh fuck, I breathed, trying to control myself and keep my clit against the jet like Daddy would make me.

He’d hold down my hips when I’d try to squirm away. Cum for me, slut, cum for me, he’d growl into my ear, and I’d cum, over and over again, my body convulsing in the hot tub.

I came and I imagined it, with the jets loving my clit. It was so intense, I had to back away, and I turned the water back down to low, catching my breath in the chilling air as the last shivers ran through me.

Leaving on a jet plane has a whole new meaning for me. I think I’m going to like living here…

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Rori is the founder of Between My Sheets. She works full time as a writer, reviewer, and online educator and can be reached at rori-at-betweenmysheets.com

Apr 22, 2013 | By: Rori | 3 Comments

Simple

I stood on the dock in the cold morning air and buried my face in his neck as he held me. I didn’t want to let go, but I knew I had to. The water lapped against the shore and the wind dried my tears.

All I wanted to do was reverse the clock eight hours and go back to the night before.

The night before…when his hard cock was mouth. He moaned quietly, so as not to let his parents in the next room hear us as I gave him a simple blow job, just the way he likes it.

“God you taste good,” I whispered.

He stretched out on his back, relaxing and enjoy my lips kissing his cock and my tongue licking up and down the shaft as I teased him. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked gently, then took him a bit farther and began to suck, harder and harder.

Cash thrust up into my mouth, slowly at first and then gaining speed. His hands found the back of my head, forcing me to take him down my throat.

I greedily sucked, wanting his cum.Wanting it so bad, yet not wanting it to end.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath as I bobbed my head to meet his thrusts. “I’m going to cum.”

He exploded in my mouth, spurt after spurt of hot cum. I drank every drop and held him in my mouth until he began to soften again.

It’s funny how those simple blow jobs are what I miss the most when he is gone. Being tied up and dominated is fun, but I don’t need it as long as it is with him. Sometimes a simple blow job is just as good.

Everyone cross your fingers that his time away goes fast. I can’t wait until he’s back in my arms…and mouth…again.

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Rori is the founder of Between My Sheets. She works full time as a writer, reviewer, and online educator and can be reached at rori-at-betweenmysheets.com

Feb 22, 2013 | By: Rori | 2 Comments

Home Cumming

I sat at the window like a puppy waiting for her master to get home. My ears perked every time I heard a car in the distance.Is that him? What about that? When will he get here? Come on, come on, COME ON!

And then, finally, he was pulling into my driveway. I couldn’t contain myself any longer, and yanked open the front door, sprinting into his arms. We hugged and kissed and hugged again and somehow moved into the house, shedding our clothing the second the door was closed behind us.

Maybe even before.

“God, I missed you so much.”

His lips were on my neck, my collarbone, my chest. He ripped my button-down shirt open and kissed my breasts through my lacy black bra, buried his face in my cleavage.

“I missed you too, daddy.” I trembled as he kissed me, wiggling out of my panties and undoing the zipper on his jeans.

“Bend over,” he commanded, and I did, my hands on the coffee table.

*SMACK*

My ass warmed as he spanked me, pausing to grab my ass between each slap.

“You love that, don’t you, you little slut?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“You love it when I smack your dirty ass. You missed daddy, didn’t you?”

“So much, daddy,” I said, my eyes closed as I enjoyed the spanking I had so desperately needed.

I gasped as he slid into me from behind. We both paused, groaning, feeling that wonderful sensation of being one person. It had been so long. He filled me completely, his hard cock pulsing ever so slightly in my pussy. He thrust a few times, slowly, and then pulled out, his cock slick with my juices.

“On your knees, my beautiful slut. Show me how much you missed my cock.”

I knelt at his feet and pulled him into my mouth. I resisted the urge to gag as his thick cock filled my throat. I was out of practice, but I wanted to take him deep, make him proud. His fingers twisted in my hair and he began to thrust, holding my head steady. I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat with even thrust and moaned as I played with my clit while he fucked my face.

Perfect.

“Fuck, you make me want to cum already.”

I pulled back. “Good, daddy. I want you to cum. I’ve missed your cum so much.”

“Show me how much,” he said, pulled me back on his cock. I sucked hard and bobbed my head fast, moaning and rubbing his balls slightly with the tips of my fingers. His breath became ragged.

“Oh fuuuck.”

He pulled thrust deep into my throat and held my head there. As I looked up at him, deep into his eyes, he came hard, spurt after spurt after spurt. I held him in my mouth, gently, until I felt him start to go soft, and then pulled back, licking up any cum lingering on his cock.

“Welcome home, daddy.”

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Dec 20, 2012 | By: Rori | 5 Comments

Home Movies

Alana and Michael were lingering in the shower, but Natalie didn’t mind, seeing as she was using the time to get things perfectly set up in the bedroom. The bed was stripped, the lighting good, and the tripod was assembled. She grinned as she mounted the camcorder, but something told her that it wouldn’t stay there for long. Natalie was planning on plenty of close-ups.

Her lovers emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam a few moments later, and both of them grinned as they saw the way the bedroom had been prepared. “I’m not sure I’m ready for another round,” Michael said.

“Oh, come on, baby, we’re on vacation!” Alana teased, and laughed as she grabbed his ass.

“Come on, we’ll be the fluffers,” Natalie said. She reached for Alana’s hand, and their naked bodies pressed together, slightly damp and chilly, but warming fast.

Alana sighed into Natalie’s mouth as their kisses deepened and their tongues tangled and teased. Their breasts pressed together, soft and luscious, and Natalie twined her fingers through Alana’s wet hair, pulling gently. She pulled a little harder, and Alana’s lips broke away from hers as the other woman tipped her head back obligingly. Natalie took the opportunity to press kisses down the hollow of Alana’s throat and to her collarbone.

Somewhere off to the side, Michael moaned. “You two are a living, breathing wet dream. You’re going to kill me, you know.”

“Not today,” Natalie murmured, dropping her lips even lower. She sucked one of Alana’s pert nipples into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the hard tip, tearing a gasp out of her lover and a moan from Michael.

“I don’t know how it’s physically possible for me to have an erection right now.”

“Why don’t you get your ass over here and make good use of it, then?” Alana teased. She turned her back to Natalie, wiggling her ass against her affectionately before she stepped forward to pull Michael onto the bed. “Fuck me, baby, and make it good.”

Natalie hurried to her camcorder and hit record as Michael rolled atop Alana and kissed her fiercely. They looked small through the viewfinder, so she lifted the whole thing and moved it closer to the bed, eagerly zooming in on the way their lips locked together in their erotic battle. She panned down, taking in the way Michael crushed Alana’s breast in one big hand and the way they ground together as if they couldn’t pull apart.

But they did. Natalie zoomed back out again, gasping in her own short breath as Michael sat up and knelt over Alana, turning so that Natalie and her camera would have a perfect view of him stroking his hard cock for a moment. Alana writhed beneath him, whimpering in unfeigned desire, and Michael grinned as he grabbed her hips and tugged her up onto his lap enough so that he could tease at her shining slit with his cockhead.

Natalie was right, the camcorder didn’t stay mounted for long. She clicked to free and leaned forward, focusing in on the way his cock probed at Alana’s smooth cunt, which shone wet with arousal. At Natalie’s nod, Michael angled forward and penetrated her slowly, making Alana cry out with desperate pleasure.

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck me, damn it!”

Michael didn’t hesitate to obey. Natalie zoomed in close, making Michael chuckle as she crowded in for the best angle. His cock slid in and out of Alana’s wet hole, gleaming, now, with her juices, and both of them grunted and moaned with the pleasure. So much better than ordinary porn!

“Turn her around,” Natalie said. “Fuck her doggy style. I want to see her face.”

Alana whined as Michael pulled out to comply. He pulled her around, aiming her at the camera and positioning himself behind her. “You ready for me?” he asked, rocking against her eager cunt without pushing inside. Alana growled in frustration, and he laughed as he adjusted his angle and thrust deep.

Natalie and Alana let out a soft moan on the same breath as Michael sank deep. Though she was only an observer for now, Natalie felt her own cunt hot with desire and ready to receive the same kind of pounding that Alana was getting. At this rate they would have to add another man to their little tangle, just to keep both insatiable women satisfied!

Her camera focused in on Alana’s face as the other women took Michael’s renewed thrusting with obvious pleasure. Her face was contorted in pleasure as she rocked back against him and she grunted softly with each deep thrust. “Yeah… there… yes!” Natalie shifted the camera to see that Michael had reached around to tease at Alana’s clit. It was only a moment before she had to turn the focus back to Alana’s face to catch the beginnings of her orgasm… Oh, yes!

Alana’s eyes rolled back in her head as she let the pleasure take over her body, sending shudders all through her and making her entire body quiver with the force of it.

“God, yes… Michael, pull out. Come on her. Come all over her.” He grinned at her as she panned out to take in the entire view for later consumption. His hand moved fast on his cock as Alana rolled over and spread herself for him.

“Fuck yeah, baby, come all over me!” She rolled her clit beneath her fingers and arched under her own touch, and Michael lost control. Stream after stream of his milky come shot across Alana’s breasts and belly, and she reached up to rub it into her skin, laughing with pleasure as Michael spent himself.

Natalie barely stopped to shut off the camcorder before she climbed onto bed and twined her arms around Michael’s neck, kissing him with heady desire. He groaned as he pulled her into him, and Natalie dropped her attention to his neck, kissing along his jaw and nibbling at his earlobe.

“Seriously,” Michael said on an exhausted laugh, “you women are going to be the death of me.”

“Not without fucking me first!” Natalie declared. She turned to grin at Alana, sitting up beside her. “I think he needs a bit more fluffing before you take a turn with the camera.”

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